Coffee Addiction

A coffee addiction,
Growing stronger each day,
And I find I cannot,
Keep my eyes open,
I find I cannot focus,
Without a sip of,
Without the scent of,
Coffee in the air.
The beans tell stories,
Of lives they have lived,
Filling the air with richness,
To make up for our lack,
Of life each day.

Maybe I am searching,
For truth in these beans,
My mind is muddled,
With garbage,
My thoughts are hazy,
And I am always pining,
For clarity in my life,
The life I didn’t ask to live.
The aroma weaves,
Through the soul,
Like the wand of a magician,
Creating illusions,
Binding them to reason,
And still a sense of wonder,
Hangs on to the pinnacle of the mind,
Before the thoughts take a leap,
Into the abyss below.

I never wanted
My mind to wander,
Into unfathomable lands,
Straying from my needs,
To a land of only wants,
Where reason and practicality,
Have no place,
Where my heart works against,
The rationality of my mind.

The fragrance of coffee keeps me sane,
A temporary sanity throughout the day,
Until I have drunk too much,
And my head starts spinning,
I know not any longer,
Why the heart yearns,
For pasts thrown away,
And impossible futures,
Why the mind knows reason,
But acts irrationally,
Why does only the unattainable,
Appeal to this brat of a mind?

A voice like a whisper,
Catches me off my guard,
Through this coffee addiction,
A voice of reason can still be heard,
And I know days of withdrawal,
Are needed now,
After which I will be fine,
Smiling as always,
Still seeking the unknown,
But this time I won’t get lost.

~*~*~

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2 thoughts on “Coffee Addiction”

Why must you choose one or the other?! Maybe you are meant to master the revolution inside that mind and ride the two worlds as one who rides two tigers, astride the fall itself. I don’t know….I’ve only had one cup so far. I’m still partly in Dreamland. I’m not fully awake myself. .

This is my world, my wintry madness. I hope the snowflakes leave a trail of lingering warmth as they slip off your skin…

The End

Some days I look upon the sky, with a singing in my heart. Some days the singing turns in to voices I once sought. "Leave not, leave not!" in despair, my heart does always shout. Alas, in the end, you're gone my friend, in the end you've left without a thought...

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